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Ordomkasteren Jan 2015
Med stigende uvidenhed skaber jeg mig gennem de sene timer som en teaterdronning
Taber min dyre cocktail i en rist, men køber bare lige en ny
for alle de penge jeg ikke ved jeg ikke har.
Danser som en kluntet prinsesse eller en elegant søko.
Skaber balance mellem komplet umulighed og overdreven lykke.
Hælene vokser med flydende magi og jeg nærmer mig jorden.
Med de aller vildeste hiphop skills som jeg aldrig fik lært,
bevæger jeg mig over dansegulvet.
Strutter med munden
kniber øjnene sammen
prøver at se sejere ud end muligt
kaster ikkeeksisterende håndtegn.
Snart må alle kongerne da kaste sig på rockknæ og bejle som svinedrenge til det vidunderligt dansende ego.
Med svindende tilstedeværelse
kaster jeg mig i ærmerne
på en ukronet fremmed,
mine døve ører dræber musikken.
Bliver ved med at vaccinere
mig selv
mod alt det jeg gerne vil glemme.
JDK Jul 2015
I am stretched out
in an effort to stretch out a moment.
To stretch out a feeling;
to elongate a sensation of lingering longing.

You can be the thief stealing the blood pumped between heart beats.
You can be the queen of unfulfilled destinies.
The one to slay the tyrant king and bring peace.
You can be the promise of everything.

I feel ya strutter.
(Don't you dare stutter on my name.)
I feel your presence in sporadic bursts of **** near unbearable pain.
(I can take it. (I can't take it.))
Neural connector fireworks igniting in my brain.

Sear my flesh.
You're the worst and the best.
Watch how the blood gushes right out of my chest,
and get wet.

I can take the pressure.
I am a pressure ******.
I don't participate in anticipating the release.
I get off on the anxiety.

(Don't ever let me go.)

Let the pressure build and grow forever upwards,
like an asymptote.
Eternally rising down and falling up;
our figures are irrational.

I can feel your digits all over me,
but this plane has no ejector's seat.
I've been flying this thing manually,
and now it's crashing into you.
"In the event of a decompression, an oxygen mask will automatically appear in front of you. To start the flow of oxygen, pull the mask towards you. Place it firmly over your nose and mouth, secure the elastic band behind your head, and breathe normally."

"Space cadet, pull out.
Space cadet, pull out.
Space cadet . . . pull out."
Jamie L Cantore Jan 2017
Should love spring also with Spring!?
Here birds and herds art all so whisp'ring;
O* all recall the bliss that thee Bliss brings!
Dale and combe, do entertain, o'erdue regales;
Sweet pipings piped twain boon nightingales;
Here a throng hears; here a throng sings.
A-strutting didst he; a ditzy strutter e'er go.
Gone so long•each to each•  is each woe,
O what if ten -
steal gentle,* O Woodruff!?
What if ten by hundred do so flee to steal away,
Lest the sadness's of Winter's existence thee allay,
SO would an woodland rill still rill all it could've?
Class: Irregular Ode
Tone: Positive with a tinge of Negatives
The Argument: Questioning if looking for Love in the brightest of places; "Nature" in the best of times, with the worst of Luck is a good idea. Woodruff is a type of plant, but also the name of the Protagonists dog
Double entendres throughout/ Wordplay in Title, and in the phrases, especially the phrases italicized such as: "Steal Gentle"(quietly sneak off or leave; or if you prefer dark Poetry it could mean die without a fight, "second meaning inspired by "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night" by Dylan Thomas ) & "Woodruff"  "Steel" being opposite of "Wood" and "Gentle" being opposite of  "Rough" /Selfsame Word Pairs also present
Check out the Capital letters on the left: Shod **** Owls
jeffrey conyers Mar 2013
Maybe socilogy taught me one thing.
That when we in a bunch, we mainly do the wrong thing.

To the child that seems shy.
Maybe it because that child was affected by things they seen.

To the child that tries to speak.
But seems to be a strutter.
We pick on.

I..I.. don't s..speak a.a..a lot.
The first thing people do it attack their speech.
Which makes them more afraid.

Maybe it's because I'm older.
The reason I notice it more, now.
Many people loves to do wrong to be popular.

To the community that knows domestic violence goes on.
Why wait until someone's dead and gone.
To say, I should have done something all along.
Quietness, is just as worse.

A heart does, what the carrier let it do?

To the adults that profits off the body of a child.
It's wrong.
And should be reported as soon as possible.
It's the right thing.
Plus, it's the law.

Common sense exist within all of us.
Even in the minds of adults, with a mind of a kid.
Many are brighter than most doctors will admit.

To the spouse that feels like giving up.
Remember, there always a better solution.

Well, this is my sermon for today.
Too much over preaching runs people away.
Truth hurts.
Andy Chunn Jun 2023
I know a place where words are bent
Their meaning will never be still
When you arrive and your time is all spent
You will have arrived at Dorchville

With Dorchville flandered the dumpkin kingfisher
In rocoroyal the flashblue fluger
Wasted the ibeniss of landers and hoofers
Ignored the stainbreath and dagcallers whimper

So willness of beurse the tamey from comey
And rolo ignorest may beechoff that vercove
The rosets draw sprigly from diurts so nosplay
And landers and hoofers now quacker and strutter
Mateuš Conrad Jan 2018
i've been trying to purge myself from
having read a novel:
      at almost 1000 pages -
it's hard not to:
                 i was told: easier to watch
the movie-adaptation...
        but i'm reading a different book now
and i'm stuttering...
  i have to claim the fallacy
of philosophical literature as being riddled
with the competition of fictional
prose: i keep "stuttering" -
i.e. rereading what is obliviously
there to either absorb or accept -
           not in or with a high-mindedness
i write the following words:
i abhor a need to strutter reading
a work of philosophy...
               it's already painful encompassing
a paragraph, let alone rereading
        a single sentence -
         i assure you: you will not recite
a work of such kind with a belief that
doesn't allow me to question, whether you
are, or that you aren't an: actor.
             oh, sure - we write about what
we read, but there are so many out there who
write about: what they never read...
an uncomfortable word for me,
notably due to the past participle red -
   and to do so in the moment: reed...
         some sort of glitch in the grapheme
æ - ash - something truly gravitates a "soul"
to agitate a body into writing this...
for all the perfections of the modern world
there is a verbal anomaly...
       as pedant i am prone to spot a bulging
crevice... and the shrinking dreihundret...
    i know i will visit my grandfather's
house only once...
      as told to throw the rose into
the fresh burial ground of my great-grandmother
i said: NEIN...
  and later took it home,
put it under a candle inspection,
and gently burned the red into purple,
to later gnash and grind my teeth's
worth of chipping one of them,
just after the wake, sitting alone in a kitchen,
drinking *****...
               i have no germanic affiliation
but it pains me to see them this way,
this medieval masochistic...
                   so i sometimes utter
a few words in german: for no reason
and for no concern for posterity -
  no Berliner can assign me a lineage...
     prior to the chipping of the tooth
there was the laughter on the bus
while the priest did his: evading the status
of a common women who died -
   in the meantime, just recently i solved
what first appeared an unspectacular
"plagiarism" of a ***- puzzle...
  hyphen? forgot the spelling of the rest...
   and in the two number blocks:
  alternatively odd / even numbers, i.e.

3 | 4  1 | 5  6 | 2
2  1 | 6  3 | 4  5
4 | 6  5 | 2  3 | 1
5  2 | 3  4 | 1  6
1 | 3  2 | 6  5 | 4
6  5 | 4  1 | 2  3

just like the sudoku - although alternatively
even / odd in the brackets...
   i attempted it with a sense of failure:
there are three isolated instances:

3 |                       | 2
...................................
4 |                        | 1
...................................
1|                         | 4
..................................

     by comparison sudoku was easy...

+++ 3, 3, 3
++ 3, 3, 0
+ 3, 0, 0
- 3
                      or something like that:

plus the        | via _
                                             x x x
                                             x x x
                                             x x x...

and how many times i wished to be
H'eh-sooz from Barcelona -
        too many to count the number of springs
i already count to: 31...
     well then...
              
    does the following allow me manliness
or armour?

              ****'s a bit wonky...
   funky wonky... but still: dual-stirrup on
that eight legged donkey!
   apparently drinking doesn't allow you to:
"properly" count...
                        
           for if i had an apple i could
press ******* a key and not let go and
it wouldn't be a ctrl c cntrl p scenario
having to copy "eccentric" markings added
onto letters from the HTTP beast...

name an instance?

                 súdòkū -

well no, if i'm being deviant why establish
the study of orthography?

           yes, the -niece word can be contained
with a samurai blade sharpness
    mono-syllable...
            hai...
                      but slow it down?
this is what slow motion looks like...
slow motion in terms of applying
diacritical marks...
     you can almost be thankful that
the english-speaking world has
to only contend with:

                    a. punctuation marks
                    b. hyphenated words
                    as reconstruction of
                        a germanic genesis -
                       missing in chemistry...
                  
hydrochrloric acid is best condensed
and not left as shrapnel...

          -             -      so best to huddle
and count the space between your fingers
when waving like a... ******* idiot.

but i am still going to "stutter" when
reading a philosophy book -
    which is a BIG X (a ******* twist
of +) -
                 plus...
            because i've heard of women who
have reread entire books...
    well... **** two birds with one stone...
read a philosophy book:
     you'll be reading it twice in a single
sitting...
             no point rereading if you're
already rereading it already -
i.e. making cogito scriptums -
   mental notes...
                    
   and then when you get a chance
to hound a blank echo tunic worth of
a page? hell becomes: democratic -
       and each has his own: say...

        why wouldn't want to play around
with punctuation marks in a language
that has no diacritical precedence as bound
to Latin - with the only insinuation
being the lost artefact of carving graphemes?

     already pointed out:
    cheap and short -
   spot the graphemes!
             because, sure as ****,
     there's a difference in cattle heap
       and summer hornets...
                
to imagine: i've learned a language in order
to unlearn it, or better still: relearn it,
   and become a pedantic aesthetician...
  
wel... but if the germans can make S S
     into a ß - ah... the noun game -
   it's a digraph and not a grapheme because
the two letters are twins worth
merging and
not siamese akin to... worth cutting apart:
             is that not just a B, but also
nuanced as merely Zet?via
                      gro-z-es - vizier?
        where is that H to catch the O
   prior to anticipating the hyphen?
      back with god...
              i have to conceed a remark though:
something really made the jews smart
if what smart meant was: hiding vowels,
or rather making vowels into
diacritical marks akin...
       which i can't say the same about arabs...
  lucky the oil's there...
  
     this riddle will exhaust me
and i will never write a decent effort to
satisfy me...
     thus i rather leave it at that:
having exhausted, rather than abadoned
  this palace of a former blank space...
there are bound to be squatters ready
to inherit a peel of an orange for zest
of an orange i just ate.

   but i still manged to drink alone:
under the banner of to-ast!
    and that really is the distinguishable
desire to apply diacritical marks
when to and too are indistinguishable
    when otherwise: pool and pol(l)
are apparent -
         something is honestly wriggling
in english trying to get out...
maybe a death of a certain bilingualism.
Mateuš Conrad Nov 2018
standing in the supermarket,
the 70cl of Jackie Boy is on sale...
16 quid...
   last night i bought a liter for
30 quid...
   drank ~half of it...
          stood there measuring
with my L shaped measuring
tool of an extend index to the base
of an extended thumb...
will that work out to what
i've already drunk?
   apparently it did...
   while i tried to remember how many
people i past on my way to the supermarket...
1 fox...
              anyone else?
  nope... just me... and this one fox...
on my way back i tried to remember
what drove me to the act of
criminality,
of taking a knife in public...
oh... right... sushi...
and needing to peel and slice
up a lemon to eat the sushi on...
right...
          and that incident with
this guy running after a girl
and then the girl pointing at me
and shouting at the guy to look...
knife in full view...
   and then the guy running in the opposite
direction...
  yeah... that night...
really hazy...
   **** me... living on the outskirts of
a capital city, living in what is
technically: not the capital city has
its perks...
   walking at night?
you're probably the only person walking
the labyrinths...
   going for a drinking session in the forest,
or the chanced several days
of drought...
   and then throwing yourself
into a carpet of autumnal leaves...
smearing your face with them,
to extract the perfumery of decay?
still on your own...
         no one to bother you...
deer, hell-hounds, foxes,
badgers, rabbits... crows... kestrels...
seagulls... seagulls?!
oh yeah... i don't know how they
manage
to fly so far inland, but they do...
rowan, sparrows...
       wróbelsokolka...
****... almost a googlewhack...
**** it... the two search results...
but.... i'm guessing that's harder to find
than actual googlewhacks of a single
result...
     i still don't know how i managed
to get away with taking a knife
into a public realm... maybe because it
was the night time...
or that i was eating sushi...
or... the fact that a girl managed to get
away from a provocation is
some unknown in her realm of life
encounter...
    i guess, as you would, play
the ethnic card...
headphones: heard jack-****...
but it played out as:
see that white guy over there on
the bench?
   Oreo better run.... see what he has
in his hands?!
   yeah, Oreo better run back...
he has a knife in his sand...
sorry, what?!
   too little wasabi, not enough
pickled ginger,
the soya sauce not balancing
the lemon slice...
needs some sweetness?
  anyways...
    i love boring myself with
these sorts of cognitive arithmetic,
like... this memory
becomes a rubric designated
to 1 + 1 = 2...
it's intrinsically my ontological
focus of what subsequently
becomes the memorization of
the spelling of words...
   inclusive memory consists of...
h o w i w o u l d w r i t e t h i s
a n y w a y...
               the exclusive memory
is... what actually happened
in the subject matter...
   but **** on me...
  i wanted to test the field...
like back in Edinburgh on a second
year sociology cure,
with regards to the plagiarism
computer program that was supposed
to find out the plagiarists...
i was a plagiarists...
i didn't end up studying sociology,
rather...
   how to beat
    a plagiarism computer program
with a thesaurus,
   and a skill at rewording paragraphs...
what did i score?
   90+%?
                 guess the system
was a complete fail...
  hence me taking a knife
into a public sphere...
                just testing the territory.
- sure as hell the Jack will flow...
and i'll end up writing nothing
substantial...
although... there is that culinary
advice...
   shove a decent slice of lemon
into the insides of a whole chicken,
and decent **** of butter...
and then slice some butter and put
it over a chicken...
   obviously use an oven plastic
bag...
             and bake it for over one &
a half hours...
   juiciest cluck-cluck strutter you'll
ever serve...
   a lemon really exfoliates
the potential of the chicken in terms
of easing out the meat juices...
and...
    that's pretty much anything than
mattered today.

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